My Mother is a Bird

My mother is a bird

perched on a post on the side of the deck

preening its feathers and shaking its head

reminding me

she’s always here

I am sadness

on the other side of the window

Trying desperately to remember

that she’s always with me

and sending love and gratitude

to a little bird

who is both.

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